random musings

i thought i knew everything there was to know about God. i had my sunday school answers down. i knew the stories. i knew how God would respond in a given situation.

a bit of maturity, maybe, leads me to believe that i understand less now than ever. that my notions, no matter how well-conceived, can’t compare to the childlike wonder of the mystery that is He — totally other. infinite, yet intimate. ever-satisfying, but leaves me yearning for more. and that’s ok. because none other could be so.